Winner
ALESSANDRO Manzetti
THE POST NER O
The place is small and black tight. My eyes can see only a few centimeters. Distinguish between atoms of the dark slowly stacked like so many real estate books. The arms and legs are useless, locked in the muscles begin to not remember their nature. Engines off. The mind is now the biggest enemy. The mind can travel anywhere and go through the wood, earth wet space. Climb a tree and look at my hole, around the lawn. The unnatural signs of digging, the leaves begin to cover it all. The columns of ants who share the new awareness through millions of chemical signals. The oxygen is exhausted in here slowly. The mind is really a great enemy, inflating the lungs with memories. The grating of the alveoli is transformed into a great projector. There's just confused faces in the blood, fragments of life. The mind makes you die a lot slower. I try to push the lid of my coffin. I feel with my hands and knees. It 'really impossible to escape. Even if there were no meters of earth above me and entire neighborhoods of worms just built. My Sky now has wooden stars and the universe of clay, pebbles and quartz sediments. Features of this area of \u200b\u200bthe land. Rectangular lawn where they are buried. My chest throbs. The heart stuck between the ribs begin to shake, to give answers. To understand what has happened to me. I'm here because I'm wrong, I know. I deserve it. Beginning to regret. I should've known before ending up in this rough wooden box. With the teeth of the nails that I tear the fabric at every movement. No silk cushion, no suit. Only my skin breathe more and more carbon dioxide and remorse. I'm sweaty wet. I never heard my smell with this precision. I never met up in fondo. Il momento si avvicina, sto morendo soffocato. Sono pentito del tutto ora. Ma è troppo tardi ormai. Non mi rimangono che gli ultimi orribili secondi. Sarà come una scossa elettrica, mi fratturerò gli arti per cercare l’impossibile liberazione. Poi anche la mente si spegnerà, dopo aver prodotto le ultime oniriche immagini. Un abisso, un gruppo di corvi in cerchio. La caduta infinita nella bocca di un mare di fango. Per un solo istante tornano i sapori e le voci delle persone amate. E’ finita, meglio uscire da qui prima che sia troppo tardi. Riapro la cassa di legno, ormai non ne potevo più. Un sole verticale mi colpisce. Non riesco ancora a vedere bene, i colori si spostano lentamente dalla retina al cervello. Sono felice, soddisfatto. I understand how it feels. What did you feel when I buried her alive, especially after. It will also regretted her inside the wooden crate. He will have seen the horrible abyss. Do not left me anything, apart from the scratches on his face and arms. He did not want to accept his fate, his new home. Do not left me nothing but misery and sorrow. I did everything for her, love her so much. He must not betray me. She was beautiful and bright like a constellation. Probably one of the Snake, the only split in two between the head and tail. Even his heart had a head and a tail. As I stared at the nails on the lid, I tried to let her know how much I loved her. Do not listen to me. He responded with kicks and punches. Hysterical screams. As usual. He wanted to break free again. Rid of me. I had to hit her, but inside she would wake. I go back home, I need a shower. Later he occupied the hole and settle down my garden. Innaffierò my beautiful flowers, which have no legs to run away.
"I'm sick, I need to live my life."
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